Personally my attitudes of what love is and my definition of it have evolved as iv grown up.

If id been asked when i was in my teens (i was a complete romantic in those days) i would have claimed its the purpose of life and that life was meaningless without it. My only hope was to find a girl, settle down and live in bliss for the rest of our lives.

Fast forward to today and im in a situation where i have been seeing my girl for nearly 5 years, she is perfect in every way, ticks all the boxes so to say (well apart from the one that says to take an active role in smoking weed!), she goes out of her way to do most things for me...we are fully content in every way...have i told her i love her?

No

And as iv never said it she's never said it, yet its clear that we could/will spend the rest of our lives together and thats what she wants, i share the idea and it does seem peacefull and correct to me..

Im sure my attitude it down to a past relationship which started (w.r.t love) the way i always imagined it would then ended 3 years later fairly amicably, so i cant seem to understand whats going on.

If i assume that there is no love (eg jst a process of chemical/brain activity) i know i can be happy with her for the rest of my life.

I currently go with the idea that i cant experience/(potentially) accept love, like its been willed out of my system....then every now and again i'll have a dream where i do experience the exctasy it brings, and i know that i am capable...then just damn confused with myself and my situation.

My point, from a personal view is that ones attutudes to something that can never be absolute (Love), is fully affected by your personal experiences/inexperience with (what you percieve to be) that concept, therefore evolving as you age, taking on new meanings based on what you want, what you (think you) need and what you have done and then plan to do..

I've been seeing this girl since early February. I was laying in her bed with her late last night in the darkness, music quiet in the background, and silly chit chat between us sliding off the walls surrounding us. Our bodies were laid on their sides, so we were face to face with one another. I could still see her eyes. She looked right into my eyes and said, "I love you." It was the first time she'd uttered the 'L' word during our relationship. Something happened inside me. I felt like I was 16 years old again. My body began to wiggle. My smile became so big that I thought my face would crack in two. I touched her hair, kissed her soft lips, and told her that I loved her too.

Love has very very very little to do with sex IMO. Sex is a great way of showing how much you love someone but love doesn't need sex and sex clearly doesn't need love. I'm reminded of a South Park from years ago where the boys accidentally switch up a Lord of the Rings DVD with a porno their parents rented, and when the parents are trying to explain sex, the whole "When two people love each other..." shpiel and then Token replies "Five midgets, spanking a man covered in thousand island dressing...is that love?"

I personally recommend checking oneself for OCD at least once every 5 minutes.

Ikku wrote:Love has very very very little to do with sex IMO. Sex is a great way of showing how much you love someone but love doesn't need sex and sex clearly doesn't need love. I'm reminded of a South Park from years ago where the boys accidentally switch up a Lord of the Rings DVD with a porno their parents rented, and when the parents are trying to explain sex, the whole "When two people love each other..." shpiel and then Token replies "Five midgets, spanking a man covered in thousand island dressing...is that love?"

O, I totally agree with you. I was just being silly because I can't think of of a legit answer for this thread.

andriaSRH wrote:Love is like an onion. There are many layers. Kind of like a cake but more like an onion. You peel onions and they make you cry, but in the end you'll get some fire onion rings.

Love is like an ogre: it will warm your heart up - and eat it.

If you want my true belief on love: the state an organism is in propelled by ecstatic hormones and neurotransmitters released when the organism is attached to another that is proven beneficial for its survival.

When the going gets weird, the werid turn pro.
HOW CAN SO MANY YEARS COME TO PASS WITHOUT ANYONE TELLING ME I SPELLED WEIRD WRONG?

andriaSRH wrote:Love is like an onion. There are many layers. Kind of like a cake but more like an onion. You peel onions and they make you cry, but in the end you'll get some fire onion rings.

Love is like an ogre: it will warm your heart up - and eat it.

If you want my true belief on love: the state an organism is in propelled by ecstatic hormones and neurotransmitters released when the organism is attached to another that is proven beneficial for its survival.

By your definition of love, the feeling I have for the plants in my garden is not love, and while my dog may love me, I do not love my dog. Nope, try again.

I personally recommend checking oneself for OCD at least once every 5 minutes.

I realize now that I missed a whole debate on neurochemistry, but what I said still applies to your plant and dog, just not on a sexual or romantic level. Overall, you get feelings with your plant and dog, and all feelings are propelled by chemicals in the body that are released based on evolutionary principles.

Maybe I'm a moron like animal says for disregarding any sort of spiritual outlook on emotions, but I am defining what is, not what is causing it. You have people who follow religious and spiritual philosophies and it makes them happy... but religion is the opium of the people as Marx said, such things make people think in ways that facilitate chemical release in the mind (and thus the body). There's a reason why people with depression and other emotional issues are constantly prescribed happy pills to equalize their serotonin or dopamine deficiencies... it does not solve the enviromental factor of why that person is depressed in the first place (a better solution if possible), but strikes at the neurochemical cause itself.

In the end I believe the evolutionary aspect of survival necessity on how human constructs of religion and culture play out... such things are made, proven beneficial to an organisms survival... and thus the organism's nervous systems maintains feelings that make the organism essentially join or conform to that group assuming that organism wasn't born and raised into it... same thing goes for why cultures innovate... but I fear I'm going off on a tangent...

When the going gets weird, the werid turn pro.
HOW CAN SO MANY YEARS COME TO PASS WITHOUT ANYONE TELLING ME I SPELLED WEIRD WRONG?

Gorecore wrote:I've been seeing this girl since early February. I was laying in her bed with her late last night in the darkness, music quiet in the background, and silly chit chat between us sliding off the walls surrounding us. Our bodies were laid on their sides, so we were face to face with one another. I could still see her eyes. She looked right into my eyes and said, "I love you." It was the first time she'd uttered the 'L' word during our relationship. Something happened inside me. I felt like I was 16 years old again. My body began to wiggle. My smile became so big that I thought my face would crack in two. I touched her hair, kissed her soft lips, and told her that I loved her too.

we have very different minds, diametrically opposed egos, mr gore...but...in heart...we are so damn similar. And i thank you, for sharing such an obviously honest and so damn warm to read, passage of existence...long may you and your queen continue.